W'en de leaves begin to fall, An' de fros' is on de ground, An' de 'simmons is a-ripenin' on de tree; W'en I heah de dinner call, An' de chillen gadder 'round, 'Tis den de 'possum is de meat fu' me. W'en de wintertime am pas' An' de spring is come at las', W'en de good ole summer sun begins to shine; Oh! my thoughts den tek a turn, An' my heart begins to yearn Fo' dat watermelon growin' on de vine. Now, de yeah will sholy bring 'Round a season fu' us all, Ev'y one kin pick his season f'om de res'; But de melon in de spring, An' de 'possum in de fall, Mek it hard to tell which time o' year am bes'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 5. THE INQUIRY by THOMAS HARDY LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 2 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 69. AL-MAKUTADIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |